I felt the need to balance the terribly violent images of soldiers butchering and decapitating people, which are coming to us from such places as Syria, Iraq and France, with intimate and loving images of soldiers.
Nowadays, we are exposed to a shocking number of horrors and humans seem to have a limitless ability to create chaos. We hear of new brutalities coming from every corner of the planet.
They are becoming ever more suffocating. We are often overwhelmed by them and yet they are nothing new.
Horrors will always be horrors, they are always the same.
For this reason, my “army” has laid down its weapons and abandoned itself to intimacy and exuberance, provoking an unexpected visual short-circuit.
Thus, my hippie culture has returned. And I say, “Make love, not war.”